Brain On Ten Rn.

brain on ten rn.

story idea: bus driver levi fucking mommy tiny after morning pickup.

had an exhausting day at work and click on this lil blue app to see 20+ notifications about yall liking my writing. oh I needed this🥹 I love yall💙💜

inbox open to anyone that wanna talk

in my fluff era, idk. sex kinda repulsive rn

this getting updated next

12 Inch Tongue

What is college really? Why are we alive? Why am I voluntarily stressing myself out? Bc, I am broke. Anyways this might be a new series, idk. If yall want me to continue it let me know.

As always it's Sukuna x Black!fem!OC. for all sukuna pieces I use the name Bunny, so If you see other sukuna fics on my blog, they are not connected unless otherwise stated.

Characters: Bunny (OC), Nobara, Megumi, Itadori. Sukuna is mentioned.

Rating: PG-13.

“Me and Nobora are gonna stop at this store real quick,” Bunny announced, brown hands already wrapped around her friend’s arm to separate the group of four into two. Nobara looked over at her friend in confusion, but Bunny refused to look her in the eyes. Rolling her light brown eyes, the sorcerer looked over to the other freshmen in her class.

“Yeah. You boys can go to the food court and gorge on chili cheese fries or whatever it is boys do.” Megumi and Itadori shared a long look between them before shrugging and walking away.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t take too long, guys.” And with that, the girls were left alone. Nobara wasted no time turning to her friend. Curiosity and impatience growing in her person. People passed by the duo in the mall, hiding them from view.

“What’s the deal?”

“I gotta...buy something-”

“Yes. We are at a mall. That’s what fiscally irresponsible college kids do.” Bunny shot her a look and waited for Nobara’s ruffled feathers to settle.

“It’s something personal, and I didn’t want the boys asking questions if I went alone so-”

“Wait, wait, wait…” the Japanese woman interrupted her one more time, gears in her head beginning to turn for an answer. Bunny looked away again, hope and fear clear as day in her eyes. Nobara didn’t have a quiet bone in her body. If she shouted out what Bunny thought she was thinking, not even her dark skin would save her from the embarrassment that would bloom on her face. “Are you saying you need to buy a dildo-”

“Shut up, Nobara! You don’t have to say it out loud.” Bunny grumbled, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. Her body temperature had peaked through the roof.

“Oh, stop spazzing! It’s not that big a deal. It’s practically essential in every woman’s life. Let’s go.” Nobara continued her rambling about how disappointing men could be and why toys should be given to women by the government. Bunny quietly walked by her friend’s side, too frazzled to offer much to the conversation. It’s not that she was embarrassed or ashamed of deriving pleasure from toys, this was just something Bunny would rather keep private with as few people in the know as possible. Something that would have been impossible if she ordered anything online and sent it to the dorms.

Jujitsu Tech University had strict rules for students living on campus. Outside of packages from family or generic stores, all deliveries were scanned for possible curses or suspicious items. The toy Bunny had in mine checked one of those boxes.

They arrived at the store after a quick stop at a smoothie stand. Nobara took the lead, guiding her friend through the aisles to the desired section.

“Should I ask how you know where they place items? Or how you knew what shop I was even thinking about?” Bunny teased lightly. She couldn’t see it but Nobara smirked without giving an answer. Together the girls perused the aisle, pointing at anything that piqued their interest.

“What happened to the shy girl act?”

“I wasn’t shy! This is just something I’d like to not be public information. The boys don’t need to know what gets me off. Especially Itadori…” Though she whispered the last part, Nobara choking on her beverage let Bunny know that it was heard regardless.

“You like Itadori?” Bunny pushed her curly mane back to let the air conditioning hit her neck. She let out a quiet ‘no’ to Nobara’s disappointment. Brown eyes sparkled and a brown hand skimmed the packaging of the toy in front of her. It was massive, bigger than the toys she had in her home country. The realistic veins running down the side of the toy sent shivers down her spine. It was a strong contender. “So why did you say Itadori, then.”

“Well… if Itadori knows then...so will uhm, Sukuna.” Gods, let the floor open up and swallow Bunny whole. She moved on from the realistic dildo that caught her attention to the novelty toys.

“Sukuna? Evil 1,000-year-old Sukuna? Biggest Curse on the planet Sukuna? The sukuna with-” Nobara stopped her bombardment of questions to process who exactly Bunny talking about. She followed her friend’s gaze to a bumpy pink vibrator. “Oh, you nasty bitch. The Sukuna with the 12 inch tongue?”

Bunny froze. She could feel her heartbeat all the way down to her toes. Gratefulness sprang from her to her past self for picking a hairstyle big enough to hide her from Nobara’s eyesight. Robotically, brown hands picked up the vibrator and the other item that liked earlier and stiffly walked to the register.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I’m right aren’t I?” Her friend harassed her all the way to the front of the store where she paid for her items, paying no mind to the heckling. The pair left the store, a discreet bag in the hands of Bunny, to make their way back to the boys. “Okay I’ll stop. I’m not judging you! We like what we like, right?”

“You are so judging me. I can feel it. You have a very oppressive aura.” Bunny said.

“Okay, I am judging you,” Nobara grabbed the brown woman’s hand before she could let out a sound of victory. “But! I am also not judging you. Like, Do I get it? Hell no. But we all have weird kinks.”

Bunny felt oddly comforted by those words. She couldn’t think of anything to say back, so the girls walked in silence. They found the boys at the food court, their table filled with empty containers and trays. On Megumi’s side, he had organized his trash for easy disposal. The opposite could be said for Itadori.

Megumi looked at the girls and at the bag in his classmate’s hand as he stood up.

“Let’s go. We have a mission.”

All These Kisses

getting back into the swing of things, this has been in my drafts for far too long. I missed yall on tumblr.

pairing: Gojo x Baby (OC) | Rating: PG

Dewy lips held his attention hostage. The way the strips of flesh gleamed in the hazy setting summer sun, shined with opportunity. The gloss on her lips stayed put through their entire outing. From her apartment to the movies. Even after eating a luxurious dinner of steak and potatoes, just when he thought his suffering had been over a small trip to the restaurant’s powder room and the gloss had returned with a vengeance.

Her lips almost shined more, brighter after the second application. It infuriated Satoru, more than it should have. How did she expect him to resist kissing her when she dolled herself up in such a way?

She didn’t.

His darling was a lot of things. Coy, stunning, infuriatingly smart. Subtle was not one of her attributes. The constant smacking of her lips every time a reflective material crossed their path wasn’t lost on him. ‘I’m just checking,’ she defended when his eyebrow would hike up in faux exasperation. The smiles she beamed his way, wide and genuine the way she showed her teeth to convey how much fun she was experiencing on this outing. His darling knew him well, but he knew he best.

So on her doorstep is when he made his move. Presented all his evidence in a nice neat package. Clasping her empty hands to fill the space between her fingers, Satoru ducked his head down and put all his being into a single kiss. But a man like him had too much to convey in a single kiss. So he had to give her another one. And another one. Kisses piled up on each other and her lipgloss left the designated space of her lips to spread all over her face.

Interrupted chortles breathed into his face. He wouldn’t stop until all the oxygen on earth had been used up and traded in for carbon dioxide.

“Satoru, leave me aloneee. You’re ruining my makeup.”

“Good. It’s been driving me crazy all night, sweetness. You expect me to resist you all night when I barely made through dinner?” His sweet-talking took the attention away from his sneaking hands, lightly groping her flesh looking for trouble to get into.

“Hey there, boy. Watch yourself.”

this shit cute as hell

nail tech ღ

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synopsis .. manicurist!mitsuya brainrot

content warnings .. just fluff c:

word count .. 291

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manicurist!mistsuya who always makes space for you in his schedule to give you the best acrylics possible. when you first came into his shop, he was stunned by your beauty. of course your nails caught his attention as well, they were so abstract and expressive, but you just complimented them, rather than the nails complimenting you.

manicurist!mitsuya was infatuated by your presence whenever you came into the shop to get a refill. so infatuated to the point that even the other customers would tease him about it once you left the premises.

manicurist!mitsuya couldn’t help himself around you. he just felt so comfortable around you. the two of you would talk for hours, sometimes you even stayed with him until he had to close up shop.

manicurist!mitsuya who lets you do his nails after a lot of begging and pleading. which only made the night be filled with laughter as you complained about him moving too much or the color dripping onto his fingertips.

manicurist!mitsuya who makes you his nail tester. some of his designs are so out there that many of his regulars don’t have the confidence to wear them out. but he knew you could do it and wear them with the upmost confidence and make them yours.

manicurist!mitsuya who finally jumps the gun and ask you out on a date, which you happily accept, causing the man to release the breathe he was holding from the moment he asked you.

..bonus !

fast forward two years where manicurist!mitsuya who insists on doing your nails before your date night began, only for him to propose hours later with the cheekiest smile on his face as tears fell down the apples of your cheeks.

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marley’s notes ღ .. this is my first piece and i wanted to drop something for the prettiest birthday boy out there, so i hope you guys like this!